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non_plot challenge #20: Cuteness)
(Bonus points for any of you who have actually heard the aforementioned song, or heard of Chilliwack, either).
The snow falling was thick and silent. It just piled up and kept piling up inexorably, on and on, and it seemed like it would never end. Jakob sighed. This was not weather he was used to. It didn't tend to snow like this in the Netherlands. Hell, it didn't tend to snow like this anywhere he'd ever been. The Twilight Zone was apparently somewhere north of Chilliwack, British Columbia.
Serves you right for going along with Fabie's halfbaked ideas, he mused. Whoever thought of picking a weekend getaway spot because the nearest town had a band named after it? Schnookiebaby, that's who.
He squinted out the window, breathing on it and wiping the dripping frost away with the back of his hand.
What on earth was Fabian doing out in the snow?
* * *
Fabian hummed quietly to himself, mounding snow into a pile. This had been one of his better ideas, he'd had to admit. Everything was going according to plan so far. An innocuous train trip from Seattle to Chilliwack, with a fun day stop in Vancouver to do some shopping. A weekend to themselves while Audra was in Seattle at a medical conference. And then they'd meet back with her on Tuesday and spend some time in Vancouver together. But he hadn't expected to find the ideal accessories for their weekend of fun.
An impish grin spread across his face as he adjusted his new prize, idly playing with the bell and tassel on the end.
Was it mean of him to manipulate his lover's admitted weaknesses?
Of course. But it was so fun.
He'd seen it in a store, and had to buy it. Jakie was across the street looking at CDs; while wandering up the hill and peering in windows, he'd seen it hanging in a display, half wrapped around a mannequin's neck. And it was perfect. Better than perfect, if there could be such a thing.
Hearing the crunch of boots on snow beside him, he had to restrain himself from doing a gleeful little dance.
Let the games begin.
* * *
Jakob turned around the side of the house, zipping up his jacket and following the trail of footprints that were already half filled in. Peering through the trees into the clearing, his breath caught in his throat.
It was like a scene from a comic book: 'Chibi Boy In Snow'. Fabie was kneeling beside a half-formed snowman, his light blue winter parka unzipped, biting his lower lip thoughtfully ... two tails of blonde hair littered with snowflakes, and the most adorable stocking cap he'd ever seen.
And mittens - red and blue striped knitted mittens ... and knee-high leather boots.
The boots by themselves were admittedly sexy. The boots coupled with Fabian's blonde hair in ponytails and enormous blue eyes were even sexier. But this ... this was positively criminal.
Fabian looked up at him through downcast eyelashes. "Hi."
"Uh, hi."
"Wanna help me build this?" Fabian offered, a crooked smile highlighting the single dimple in his cheek.
Jakob wordlessly crossed the lawn in three steps, sweeping Fabian up in his arms, warm lips kissing away the traces of dying snowflakes on his face.
"Where did you get that?" he breathed.
"What, this?" Fabian asked, flicking the bell with a fingernail.
"Yes, that. And the mittens, where, where did you get those?"
"A ski shop on West Fourth." Fabian confessed, wriggling away from Jakob's cold hands with a sly giggle.
"You did this on purpose." Jakob accused weakly.
"Would I ever do such a thing?" Fabian batted his eyelashes at Jakob innocently, leaping backward with a squeal, unable to supress the triumphant grin any longer as he bounced toward the house just slowly enough to facilitate getting caught.
The snow falling was thick and silent. It just piled up and kept piling up inexorably, on and on, and it seemed like it would never end. Jakob sighed. This was not weather he was used to. It didn't tend to snow like this in the Netherlands. Hell, it didn't tend to snow like this anywhere he'd ever been. The Twilight Zone was apparently somewhere north of Chilliwack, British Columbia.
Serves you right for going along with Fabie's halfbaked ideas, he mused. Whoever thought of picking a weekend getaway spot because the nearest town had a band named after it? Schnookiebaby, that's who.
He squinted out the window, breathing on it and wiping the dripping frost away with the back of his hand.
What on earth was Fabian doing out in the snow?
* * *
Fabian hummed quietly to himself, mounding snow into a pile. This had been one of his better ideas, he'd had to admit. Everything was going according to plan so far. An innocuous train trip from Seattle to Chilliwack, with a fun day stop in Vancouver to do some shopping. A weekend to themselves while Audra was in Seattle at a medical conference. And then they'd meet back with her on Tuesday and spend some time in Vancouver together. But he hadn't expected to find the ideal accessories for their weekend of fun.
An impish grin spread across his face as he adjusted his new prize, idly playing with the bell and tassel on the end.
Was it mean of him to manipulate his lover's admitted weaknesses?
Of course. But it was so fun.
He'd seen it in a store, and had to buy it. Jakie was across the street looking at CDs; while wandering up the hill and peering in windows, he'd seen it hanging in a display, half wrapped around a mannequin's neck. And it was perfect. Better than perfect, if there could be such a thing.
Hearing the crunch of boots on snow beside him, he had to restrain himself from doing a gleeful little dance.
Let the games begin.
* * *
Jakob turned around the side of the house, zipping up his jacket and following the trail of footprints that were already half filled in. Peering through the trees into the clearing, his breath caught in his throat.
It was like a scene from a comic book: 'Chibi Boy In Snow'. Fabie was kneeling beside a half-formed snowman, his light blue winter parka unzipped, biting his lower lip thoughtfully ... two tails of blonde hair littered with snowflakes, and the most adorable stocking cap he'd ever seen.
And mittens - red and blue striped knitted mittens ... and knee-high leather boots.
The boots by themselves were admittedly sexy. The boots coupled with Fabian's blonde hair in ponytails and enormous blue eyes were even sexier. But this ... this was positively criminal.
Fabian looked up at him through downcast eyelashes. "Hi."
"Uh, hi."
"Wanna help me build this?" Fabian offered, a crooked smile highlighting the single dimple in his cheek.
Jakob wordlessly crossed the lawn in three steps, sweeping Fabian up in his arms, warm lips kissing away the traces of dying snowflakes on his face.
"Where did you get that?" he breathed.
"What, this?" Fabian asked, flicking the bell with a fingernail.
"Yes, that. And the mittens, where, where did you get those?"
"A ski shop on West Fourth." Fabian confessed, wriggling away from Jakob's cold hands with a sly giggle.
"You did this on purpose." Jakob accused weakly.
"Would I ever do such a thing?" Fabian batted his eyelashes at Jakob innocently, leaping backward with a squeal, unable to supress the triumphant grin any longer as he bounced toward the house just slowly enough to facilitate getting caught.
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*gets punched in the arm* Shut up, Beavis.